About You!
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Deicide
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
The United States of America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
I have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: The act of having your character having knowledge, or making a decision based on said knowledge, that was gathered OOCly. Example: Killing a man simply because you were made aware OOCly that he was planning to kill you.
Powergaming: The act of giving your character unreasonable powers for his status within the roleplay medium. Also the act of forcing a move upon another player, without giving them a chance to respond in a proper fashion. Also known as godmodding.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Squidziod
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello! I'm Deicide, but you can call me Shayne, if you'd like. I'm a 20 year old dude, looking to roleplay and have fun! My musical interests would include a lot of metal, classic rock, and a bit of new wave. Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and Marilyn Manson being a few of my favorite bands/artists. I enjoy writing, and in turn, roleplaying. I really appreciate a good story, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to help write a great one for this server.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm sorry to say I don't have anything on hand I'd be willing to be made public.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
A good friend of mine from other roleplay mediums, Dominator0046
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
Character Name:
Vaeremias Tyren (pronounced Vare-em-ee-us Tie-ren)
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Vaeremias stands at a modest height of 6'1", with a lean build and sharp features. Fair, raven black hair falls from his crown, ending between his shoulder blades. A pair of pale blue eyes rest in his fair skinned face, with a narrow nose beneath them. His lips are usually pursed, though it isn't unknown for him to smile.
Vaeremias is usually clad in a light gray coat with gold colored thread sewn into the hemming of his attire, a pair of thick, mahogany brown trousers, with leather boots of a similar color.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
I don't have screenshot on hand. Tried to take one with Gyazo, but it wasn't cooperating. My apologies, but I promise the skin is legitimate!
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
The day felt much like any other when the undead came. The modest market was bustling, there was the usual noise of the docks, and the people came in went, as they normally did. It was a peaceful village. Crime wasn’t an issue, war had never reached the people’s homes. They had been born and raised in relative peace, their only struggle having been preparing for the coming winter, or perhaps the odd sickness.
But nothing would prepare them for what was to come. It was as if day suddenly turned to night. As if the summer day had suddenly turned to winter. What was a normal, peaceful day quickly turned into one of death and sorrow. The dead came in mass, striking down the people without hesitation. No mercy.
The streets began to run with the blood of the innocent. Corpses were trampled by those fleeing desperately, and one such individual was no exception. Vaeremias Tyren, son to a merchant of some renown, stumbled his way down the road, pushing anyone aside to get away. Tears streamed down his face as the thick smoke stung his eyes, choking as it filled his lungs. It was a hellscape, that could only be conjured from the demented’s nightmares. Only that this was no nightmare. It was a reality.
As the lad made his way down the street, fleeing the undead host that pursued him and the others, he was suddenly pushed away from the throng into a narrow alley, falling hard on his side. He coughed once, then twice as somewhat fresh air flooded his lungs. He rolled over onto his chest before slowly pushing himself up, grabbing frantically for any sort of support, eventually finding rough hewn stone of the building at his left. Vaeremias squinted ahead through the smoke, searching for anything to tell him of his location. But then, for a moment, he spotted a bright white color, one that could only belong to the sail of a ship.
And so he went, hobbling as quickly as a young lad could hobble, making his way toward the docks. The more he trekked, and the more he breathed, the lighter his head became. Ahead, he saw a man running toward him, his mouth open and screaming, at him. He recognized the man, but who? His black hair and blue eyes. Pale skin. He was saying something. Someone? Vaeremias didn’t know. He couldn’t know. The voice was muffled and distant, but familiar. Then everything faded into darkness and silence.
“Vaeremias!” a rough, scratchy voice sounded, waking the young lad with a start. He quickly sat up in his cot, eyes wide and alarmed. It took him a moment to register the familiar rocking of the ship, and only then did he relax some. “It was only a nightmare,” he muttered to himself before bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “We’ve arrived, son. Gather your things, we’re to disembark within the hour.” His eyes widened suddenly, all remnants of sleep suddenly gone. He quickly got out of bed, rushed over to the small trunk that held his few possessions.
Much of it had been tossed overboard as the stormy seas ravaged the ships that fled from the south some months ago, in order to stay afloat and keep themselves alive. Vaeremias frowned as he began to recall all that had happened during their long voyage. The first of the storms had been the worst, he thought. They were unprepared for such rough seas. Many ships had sunk. Many men had died. And yet here he was, alive. Breathing. He remembered fearing for his father’s life when the man had fallen sick from the constant wetness that seemed to seep into every nook and cranny of the ship. But luckily, he had survived. And Vaeremias thanked the gods for allowing him to keep him. But there was no more worry. No more fear of drowning. He would be able to rest easy at night, knowing that the horrors of the south were far behind him, both the undead and the storms of the sea.
Vaeremias quickly dressed, then threw the contents of his trunk into a burlap sack, then headed above decks. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight, then looked to the north and gasped. The last time Vaeremias had seen land, the sky was black with the smoke of burning corpses and their homes. But the air here was clean. The coast was green. And he couldn’t help but smile at what this new haven held in store.
Frequently Asked Questions:
Why was my application declined?
Reasons tests are often declined include:
1. What is your Minecraft username?
Deicide
2. How old are you?
20
3. What country are you from?
The United States of America
4. Have you read the King's Law, Tome of Citizenship, Official Lore, and the Survival Guides yet?
I have!
5. In your own words, how would you define metagaming and powergaming?
Metagaming: The act of having your character having knowledge, or making a decision based on said knowledge, that was gathered OOCly. Example: Killing a man simply because you were made aware OOCly that he was planning to kill you.
Powergaming: The act of giving your character unreasonable powers for his status within the roleplay medium. Also the act of forcing a move upon another player, without giving them a chance to respond in a proper fashion. Also known as godmodding.
6. Do we allow X-Raying mods or X-Ray texture packs on the server?
Nope!
7. Name one of our current Mentors.
Squidziod
8. Tell us about yourself!
Hello! I'm Deicide, but you can call me Shayne, if you'd like. I'm a 20 year old dude, looking to roleplay and have fun! My musical interests would include a lot of metal, classic rock, and a bit of new wave. Iron Maiden, Depeche Mode, and Marilyn Manson being a few of my favorite bands/artists. I enjoy writing, and in turn, roleplaying. I really appreciate a good story, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to help write a great one for this server.
9. Do you have any examples of your work?
I'm sorry to say I don't have anything on hand I'd be willing to be made public.
10. Did anyone refer you? If not, how did you find our server?
A good friend of mine from other roleplay mediums, Dominator0046
About Your Character!
This section is about the character you intend to use once you join the server.We ask that new players follow these guidelines during this portion of the application:
- Characters begin with basic skills and gear. No advanced armor or weaponry. Skills and abilities are appropriate to a novice level. Skills should be learned through roleplay, not through backstory.
- Characters fit the lore. If you choose to play as a Moor Elf, for example, we expect appearance and details to be fitting with base lore.
- Characters cannot use magic in any way. The test itself should not mention magic either. HollowWorld uses a restricted magic system and it is only accessible to those who find and learn from a teacher in-game.
- Tests should not be violent. No murder, killing, death, torture. In the past, 8 out of 10 applications featured characters fighting off bandits or slaying passersby. We don't want to see how well you can script a fight scene. We want to see how well you can tell a story, how well you can roleplay.
- Be creative and be original. Do not use tests/characters whose home villages were burned, parents murdered, and then set off to be an orphan assassin. It has been done before. Please don't do it again.
- Written portion of the test is required to be a 400 word minimum. If the test doesn't meet the minimum, Staff may ask you to extend the test before the application is considered.
Character Name:
Vaeremias Tyren (pronounced Vare-em-ee-us Tie-ren)
Character Age:
22
Character Race:
Human
Appearance:
Vaeremias stands at a modest height of 6'1", with a lean build and sharp features. Fair, raven black hair falls from his crown, ending between his shoulder blades. A pair of pale blue eyes rest in his fair skinned face, with a narrow nose beneath them. His lips are usually pursed, though it isn't unknown for him to smile.
Vaeremias is usually clad in a light gray coat with gold colored thread sewn into the hemming of his attire, a pair of thick, mahogany brown trousers, with leather boots of a similar color.
(Optional) Picture of the Skin:
I don't have screenshot on hand. Tried to take one with Gyazo, but it wasn't cooperating. My apologies, but I promise the skin is legitimate!
Written Test!
(This is where you tell us a story of your choosing! Be creative. It should be 400 words minimum and use the character you've created above. This is what we use to judge your ability as a roleplayer. Show us how much you've learned by reading our guides and lore. Include anything you think will impress us!)
The day felt much like any other when the undead came. The modest market was bustling, there was the usual noise of the docks, and the people came in went, as they normally did. It was a peaceful village. Crime wasn’t an issue, war had never reached the people’s homes. They had been born and raised in relative peace, their only struggle having been preparing for the coming winter, or perhaps the odd sickness.
But nothing would prepare them for what was to come. It was as if day suddenly turned to night. As if the summer day had suddenly turned to winter. What was a normal, peaceful day quickly turned into one of death and sorrow. The dead came in mass, striking down the people without hesitation. No mercy.
The streets began to run with the blood of the innocent. Corpses were trampled by those fleeing desperately, and one such individual was no exception. Vaeremias Tyren, son to a merchant of some renown, stumbled his way down the road, pushing anyone aside to get away. Tears streamed down his face as the thick smoke stung his eyes, choking as it filled his lungs. It was a hellscape, that could only be conjured from the demented’s nightmares. Only that this was no nightmare. It was a reality.
As the lad made his way down the street, fleeing the undead host that pursued him and the others, he was suddenly pushed away from the throng into a narrow alley, falling hard on his side. He coughed once, then twice as somewhat fresh air flooded his lungs. He rolled over onto his chest before slowly pushing himself up, grabbing frantically for any sort of support, eventually finding rough hewn stone of the building at his left. Vaeremias squinted ahead through the smoke, searching for anything to tell him of his location. But then, for a moment, he spotted a bright white color, one that could only belong to the sail of a ship.
And so he went, hobbling as quickly as a young lad could hobble, making his way toward the docks. The more he trekked, and the more he breathed, the lighter his head became. Ahead, he saw a man running toward him, his mouth open and screaming, at him. He recognized the man, but who? His black hair and blue eyes. Pale skin. He was saying something. Someone? Vaeremias didn’t know. He couldn’t know. The voice was muffled and distant, but familiar. Then everything faded into darkness and silence.
“Vaeremias!” a rough, scratchy voice sounded, waking the young lad with a start. He quickly sat up in his cot, eyes wide and alarmed. It took him a moment to register the familiar rocking of the ship, and only then did he relax some. “It was only a nightmare,” he muttered to himself before bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. “We’ve arrived, son. Gather your things, we’re to disembark within the hour.” His eyes widened suddenly, all remnants of sleep suddenly gone. He quickly got out of bed, rushed over to the small trunk that held his few possessions.
Much of it had been tossed overboard as the stormy seas ravaged the ships that fled from the south some months ago, in order to stay afloat and keep themselves alive. Vaeremias frowned as he began to recall all that had happened during their long voyage. The first of the storms had been the worst, he thought. They were unprepared for such rough seas. Many ships had sunk. Many men had died. And yet here he was, alive. Breathing. He remembered fearing for his father’s life when the man had fallen sick from the constant wetness that seemed to seep into every nook and cranny of the ship. But luckily, he had survived. And Vaeremias thanked the gods for allowing him to keep him. But there was no more worry. No more fear of drowning. He would be able to rest easy at night, knowing that the horrors of the south were far behind him, both the undead and the storms of the sea.
Vaeremias quickly dressed, then threw the contents of his trunk into a burlap sack, then headed above decks. He lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the glaring sunlight, then looked to the north and gasped. The last time Vaeremias had seen land, the sky was black with the smoke of burning corpses and their homes. But the air here was clean. The coast was green. And he couldn’t help but smile at what this new haven held in store.
Frequently Asked Questions:
Why was my application declined?
Reasons tests are often declined include:
- Under the minimum age or displays an attitude that does not fit with the mature community we advertise.
- Important questions/parts of the application were missing.
- Written portions shows evidence of struggling with English.
- Characters don't fit within the guidelines/unoriginal. Every time a Staff sees an orphan assassin that swore revenge for the brutal murder of their parents, we cry a little each time. Same goes for lone survivors of disasters, ship wrecks. The entire world cannot be populated by orphan assassins and lone survivors of tragic backstories.
- Sometimes applications are declined if a staff member requests edits to be made, but the player doesn't reply. They're declined for inactivity if the edits aren't made within two-three weeks.
- There's a set of tutorial quests to help you get familiar with the world. After you complete them, it's up to you! HollowWorld uses freeform RP, so where you go from there is up to you. If you're interested in joining a town, check out our Settlements forum to see towns that are open and active.
- You can actually explore our world without being Whitelisted! You can walk around the map, but you can't interact or use the chat until your application is approved. All we ask is that you're patient. If you contact staff to try and hurry your application along, you may get declined.
